Welcome to my website.   

My name is Elaine B. Holtz and I am the host of  Women's Spaces

whose shows are originally made possible by the Community Media Center and broadcasted on public access television in Santa Rosa, California, USA.

Women's Spaces is dedicated to ordinary women doing extraordinary things.

Home Page Menu:  View the Featured Show     View Archived Shows        Poem - I Am Woman

Program Times as of 4/26/2010:

 Comcast Television - Channels 26 and 30 - Santa Rosa, CA

  Each show is 30 minutes long

     Mon. 6am (26), 

     Thurs: 9pm (30),

     Fri: 12:30 pm (30) & 10pm (26), 

     Sat. 6am (30)

Also being featured on Public Access Television in Mendocino County

Here is my Featured Show this week -  Since YouTube limits the videos to 10 minutes, you will need to go to the archived shows to see the remaining parts of this broadcast.

Click Here to view the archived shows on YouTube.

Click Here to view the archived shows on YouTube.

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Here is a special poem I would like to share to give my listeners some insight into my beliefs:

I Am Woman, I Am All Women

By Elaine B. Holtz

I am woman, I am all women, and I go beyond color, religion, country or political party.

I am woman, I am all women and in my womb since the beginning of humankind I have provided a space for the children of the earth to grow and develop.

It has been through my pain that a child is born and it is through my body and nurturing

that those born of me have survived.

I am woman, I am all women and I am tired.

I am tired of the polluters who take away from the health of my children, my grandchildren and all future generations.

I am tired of the warmongers who take away my young children who are born pure and innocent and turn them into killers.

Killers who kill their own kind and are killed in the name of I do not know what anymore.

I am tired of the greed that creates lack for far to many and abundance for far to few.

I am tired of those who rule continually telling me what is right for my body and that they know what is best therefore making choices for me.

I am tired of the women who sell their souls so they can participate in a mans world, one that is full of fear and destruction.

I am tired of seeing my off spring in countries close and far away destroying all that is needed to sustain the life of all my children.

Those innocent children who are born free only to fall into experiences that create hunger, disease created by humankind’s greed.

A man plants the seed of life deep within me; the great mystery takes that seed into my womb and creates all that has been created.

I am tired of men taking the pleasure in the planting while denying all that I have created what it is entitled to.

I give birth to human beings, not Jews, not Catholics, not Muslims, not Buddhist, not black, not white, not yellow or red.

I am tired of those divisions and I want life to be cherished and valued, I want all life on this our Mother Earth to be cherished and valued.

My soul gets weary and tired and my being becomes angry as I think about those huge bellies and blank stares of children subject to lack because of greed their needs go unnoticed and are deemed unimportant.

Who decided there should be have and have nots when we all belong to and have a stake in our home, our Mother Earth.

All goods, all profits come from our Earth and I ask all mothers, “How can you allow your son or daughter to deprive another mothers sons or daughters their right as humans, as children of this earth, their right to freedom, food, water and shelter?”

How can you allow your son or daughter to kill another mothers sons or daughters in the name of what?”

I ask women, I ask mothers, I ask grandmothers, I ask fathers, tell your children to drop those guns, tell your children to work for love and peace and equality.

Tell your children who are dropping bombs on others mothers children to STOP and STOP NOW.

Oh what it must feel like for a mother to hear the planes overhead and watch the silver bullets drop from the sky.

Oh what it must have felt like for a mother to see her child die because of lack of water, begging for help on the bridges of Louisiana during hurricane Katrina.

Oh what it must feel like to be a mother listening to her children cry for food or water and none is there.

Oh what it must feel like to be a mother watching her child die because there is no treatment, health care or money available.

As women we must rally together and see there is no them, there is no us, there are only women and children just like us.

We are all one in need.

I am woman, I am all women and in my womb a child is created.

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You can contact me at:   elaineholtz at yahoo.com    (at) = @